Save You

from the crowd that had gathered for this event addressed me. Tracking the sound, I found a well-dressed man approaching, possibly thirty or so years old, with solid black well maintained hair, and a wide mouth from which he spoke again. "Who might you be?" The man inquired standing before me, his query drawing the attention of most of the individuals within the room. "This letter arrived four days ago?" I responded presenting the summons for David McNeil, the favored…

Why didn’t anything happen in you, Wild Awake? I wanted you to be good, but unfortunately, you were not because nothing happened and goddamn, your main character and the prose was cringe-worthy. Yes, that’s right, my dear friends. Nothing really happen. Yeah, Wild Awake seemed true to everyday life since life doesn’t have an overarching plot, and I would’ve enjoyed it if I hadn’t disliked the main character. It is a mess (albeit, somewhat fitting to the main character’s state of mind). When I…

emotional for me to write, so please try to hang with me because some of what I say may be a tad scattered. Those of you who are sensitive may possibly need tissues (shoutout to grandma!) So here we go, take a deep breath and keep reading. I’m struggling. So hard that it hurts. I can’t even explain half of the feelings that are twisting and turning inside of my heart right now. If you know me you know that my emotions are all on overload.…

like that. You’ll see when he gets here.” She straightened up and turned to face me, smiling. “Would you like some tea?” “That would be wonderful, thank you,” I answered with my own smile. Still, I could not shake the odd feeling I had gotten about her words. What sort of man was Mr. Jones? “You can sit down, Mr. Miller,” Mrs. Jones said from the stove. “Ah, yes, of course!” I faltered. “Thank you.” I pulled out one of the wooden chairs and slowly lowered myself into it, once again eyeing…

Yes, I realize the October update is arriving in November. I knew something good was coming on the 3rd and I wanted to wait so I could tell you about it. On Thursday, November 3rd, Rooted Soul hosted a half-day retreat for local church planters. It was called Abide and is the first of what I hope will grow into be six retreats offered to church planters next year. Abide is spaced created for church planters to reconnect their hearts with the heart of God through meditation on scripture and…

and the beginning of unlimited possibilities. This is the moment when you take the lessons of parents, teachers and everyone else who have impacted your life in so many ways and begin to make your own way in the world. Never again will the security of Middleville, TK High School or your parent’s home protect you from life’s challenges. This thought is sobering and perhaps a bit unnerving to someone still in their teens. But you can be buoyed by the…

for you, it is worth more money than you could imagine and I want you to have it.” “Why are you giving this to me?” the man said surprised “Because you deserve a fresh start, just like I do.” Charlie said, The man began to cry and gave Charlie a hug “God bless you, god bless you, god bless you…” he said over and over…

might as well take good care of it, but in order to take good care of the textbook you need a good backpack. As Alan Krantzler a marketing chief who is helping create a new market with student-targeted backpacks says, “A bag is a badge. It's a statement of how cool you are,” therefore we want to create the Back2Back app making your journey in looking for a cheap and stylish backpack or getting rid of easy for you (Horovitz, B., & Today, U.).…

of the children as you wish . . .” His voice trailed off. I shivered. “Do you want me to untie them?” Bane asked. “No. They’ll sleep until you reach the mine. Chance, look at me.” Reluctantly, he gazed into Mr. Wang-Woo’s eyes. “You’re sleepy—very sleepy. You yearn for rest. Slumber wraps you in its silky embrace and holds you there as you close your eyes.” I watched Chance’s eyes flutter for a second, and then he opened them again. “Your eyelids are heavy. You must sleep—you have no choice.…

gravity Park depicts is him being able to rise above the ideals of his friends and family. He is so consumed by his love for her, that she becomes a priority over everything else in his life. Park expresses this when telling Eleanor, “Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after” (Rowell 237). Park emphasizes how his past of conforming to others beliefs will no longer influence him because he has…